There were so many stories about the Jelvia: their impossible strength and speed, their intentions toward humans… their venom.
The stories thrilled Macy Shaw.
The Jelvia was a hero she’d yet to meet...
Holding out for a Hero
by
T. E Kessler
Jelvias have lived alongside humans since time began—or that’s what mankind once thought. Now they are waking up to the invisible technology that had fogged their brains.
Beasts. Devil spawn. Aliens. Venomous… are the words used to describe Jelvias. They execute criminals and judge beyond redemption.
Macy Shaw wants to prove there's more to Jelvias than violent murderers but no one will listen to a small-time celebrity reporter such as her—then she catches the eye of her boss and he gives her the job of a lifetime:
Narcifer, the Jelvian Lothario, woo him, seduce him, get a story.
Macy will do anything to get that story...even if it risks losing her life.
She didn't bank on losing her heart.
Contains adult material.
Over 18 only.
Excerpt from Chapter Thirty
He undid another button until her cleavage was exposed. He bent and kissed the mound of one breast as it bulged from the lace of her bra. He tucked a finger into her bra and brushed a hardening nipple.
Macy sighed and closed her eyes. His lips followed his finger, trailing a fiery path across her breasts. A shiver danced along her skin, making her gasp and producing a chuckle from him. Narcifer lowered the lace and exposed the nipple to the air, then he bent his head and took the puckered nipple in his mouth and sucked. Macy clutched his shoulders as he greedily took from her. Then he drew back and kissed the hollow of her throat again before claiming her mouth.
His hand found the top of her thigh again, and she parted her legs for him.
‘Open your eyes,’ he said.
Macy opened her eyes, to find him looking at her. His breath was ragged, and his all-black eyes sparkled with desire.
‘There’s no room here for me, but that doesn’t mean you have to miss out.’
His fingers had slipped inside her knickers as he spoke, and a finger parted her folds.
‘We never did find the rope shop,’ he said softly, and Macy looked up at him uncomprehending for a moment, then she smiled.
‘What do you want with rope? I’m already willing,’ she said.
‘It’s erotic,’ he said. His voice was low; almost a whisper. ‘You’ve so much to learn, my little human.’ He stroked his fingers up her pussy lips, sending sparks to her clit, and she moaned for him. ‘With you all tied up, I will hold all the power. You’ll be at my mercy to do to you as I like. The ropes will allow you to surrender to me. Surrender utterly and completely.’
His words excited her, and she almost came from them alone.
He slipped his fingers inside her and watched her intently as he finger-fucked her, the heel of his hand pressed against her clit.
She closed her eyes on a moan. ‘Oh, I’m going to… going to…’
‘Open those eyes,’ he said.
‘I… can’t…’ she said.
He pushed his fingers deep, curled them inside her and her eyes shot open on a gasp.
His all-black eyes stared down at her, and she saw the lust.
The want.
He wants you, Macy Shaw, and oh God, he has you.
